But that’s not the scary part of the story.
One night my husband and I decided to stop by the movie store to see what they had. When we pulled up in the parking lot, the lights were on inside the store and there was a woman at the desk scanning movies back into stock. When I got out of the car I looked over at my husband and smiled, I said something smart (can’t remember what) and that prompted him to chase me. Now we all know, in my case, running is a bad idea. But I did it anyway. I took off through the empty-dark parking lot with him right on my heels. I was already hyperventilating because I knew he was in arms reach of me. I just don’t do well with being chased.
I made it up onto the curve and threw my hand out to grab the door handle. It was at that moment, I had a whisper of hope that I might actually make it inside before he could reach me. I screamed with excitement. Literally. I jerked on the door as hard as I could to make it swing open so I could rush in. However, for whatever reason, it didn’t open. It stayed securely shut causing me to lose my grip on the handle while simultaneously stumbling forward and falling in front of the door. My husband, who was just inches away from me, almost tripped over me before he could stop.
We both stood up laughing and it was at that point I caught a glimpse of the clerks face. The sheer amount of terror on her face was dumbfounding. I was kind of shocked at her expression as she stared at both me and my husband. I smiled at her as I struggled to catch my breath from the sudden sprint and tugged at the door again. I then realized the door was locked. I glanced down at the sign on the door which read 'closed'. My husband was still laughing behind me as it dawned on him that the store was closed.
When I looked back up, the clerks face was no longer full of fear but rather rage. RAGE. I stared back at her confused for a second before the reality of the situation hit me.
Imagine you’re a female clerk. You’re there by yourself closing out the store after dark, when suddenly two figures dash out of the darkness towards your door. You only have a few seconds to take in the scene before they crash into your front door. All you see is a female being chased by a male, she’s screaming and trying to get inside. You’re door being locked caused her to stumble and fall, allowing the male to corner her.
In other words my friends, she thought I had been killed right there. Just like in the movies. Fitting being where we were.
Then to have both people pop up laughing at each other after something like that could be upsetting. Especially if you thought you were watching a murder take place. I’d be upset too.
I sheepishly grinned at her before I turned back around to leave. I felt her glaring at us the entire walk back to the car.
We didn’t get a movie that night but we did get a memory! Unfortunately, so did the clerk. Eh well.